purgatory cas

Isn’t it just awful when your boyfriend and bestfriend don’t get along?

fucking hell I just THIS LITERAL SECOND realised that Dean trying and failing to rescue Castiel from Purgatory in S8 of Supernatural is a thematically perfect retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice

and I say this as someone who’s written an 84k Destiel fic *called* Orpheus

HOW DID IT TAKE ME THIS DAMN LONG TO NOTICE

HOW

THE ENTIRE FUCKING PURGATORY ARC IS A LITERAL KATABASIS SO THAT DEAN CAN BARGAIN WITH THE UNDERWORLD TO HAVE HIS BELOVED RESTORED TO HIM

IT EVEN FALTERS ON THE GODDAMN THRESHOLD WHEN DEAN LOOKS BACK AT CAS 

W H Y

Darkness Devours Part 2

Summary:  Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2041

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, oral - male and female receiving, little bit of breath play), canon typical violence, canon typical angst

A/N 1:  Thank you to my MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch!  You are amazing!!​  I have a MAJOR Purgatory!Dean problem this series is the result.  This is Part 2.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

A/N 2:  Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.

Originally posted by maniacalackles

The next day you find the stream.  Water babbles over the rocks at the edge, the welcome sound calling to you.  You start to strip; the cool, clean water is too tempting to ignore.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Dean asks surprised.

“I don’t remember the last time I had a shower or a bath,” you say, shimmying out of your pants.  “If you think I’m going to pass up a chance to get clean, you’re mistaken.”

Dean puts out his arms standing in between you and Benny.  “Benny you want to give us a moment?”

“Whatever you say chief.  I’ll make sure you’re not interrupted.”  He walks back into the trees.

Dean starts pulling off his clothes and you give him a questioning look.

“If you think that I’m gonna let you go in there by yourself, then you are mistaken.”

You smile pulling off your bra and running into the water.  It’s cold but you keep going, diving under the water.  It feels exquisite as the water washes away the grime and blood.  You pop up, pushing your hair back from your face.  Suddenly strong arms circle you.  You turn to Dean, beads of water speckle his face and water drips from his hair.

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Purgatory!Cas digitally painted on the Procreate App :D

I am really eager to learn how to paint digitally after getting my iPad last November, so I’m trying a different coloring style than what I do with Copic Markers. I’m trying to keep that “raw”, “unfinished” feel.
I still have to chant to myself “Think MACRO, Not Micro”

This whole project was done in a matter of hours from sketch to finish.
That’s a record for me, I usually take days, sometimes weeks depending on the project. XD
The last time I was able to do record-fast drawings was probably for this post.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed creating this one :)

EDIT: Prints Available on Society6 and RedBubble :D

angel-of-purgatory-1967  asked:

Congrats on 5k. For the drabbles, maybe a cute drunk destiel scene?


“Did you see what I just did, Cas?” Dean chuckles as he holds his beer out, pointing at the bar. “I did, I just… they totally-” He snorts, burying his face into Castiel’s neck and laughing uncontrollably. Castiel’s chuckling as well, knowing exactly what Dean meant even though he didn’t finish his sentence.

“I- I think we should go back to the others,” he says, with only a tiny hint of sobriety in his voice. “They’ll probably think why we’ve been gone so long…” He grins at the idea.

“Oh, we were just slaying some vampires or somethin’ normal like that,” Dean says, still laughing under his breath. They walk over the grass, holding onto each other, trying not to spill beer on their clothes.

They hear the loud singing of Gabriel coming from the circle of friends spread out on the grass, laughter of Benny, soft giggling from the girls. Dean slumps down on the place Cas was sitting earlier and pulls his friend down with him.

“Dean!” Castiel says as his beer spills over his and Dean’s arm. A few of their friends laugh, but they don’t pay much attention to them.  

“Oops,” Dean grins with a failed attempt to dry Castiel’s arm with his soaked sleeve. “Sorry, buddy.”

“…’s fine.” Castiel puts his empty bottle aside and takes Dean’s. “But now you got to share.”

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